The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-04-10

three or four rows, and commanded instant at
tention.
Wont you allow me to escort lady to the
theaterr whiued the man.
Not this oue,' said madam. decsivey; s'and
you will take her out at once. the morning
papers will be unusually unpleasant reading for
you"
The woman was white with modification. and
the man had hardly the strength TO fish his hat
out from under his seat But the two gathered
their effects, and. under a battery of amused
glances. got out of the house.
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lawyer showed me something less than a
peck of letters written by a society damsel to
the foor-walker of dry goods store. He is
poor. miserable little dollar forty -nine-sort of
article, but he ensnared the affections of the
daughter of a twice millionaire, who wrote to
him epistles of so combustible nature that the
purchase of fire escape was quite in order.
After expanding her amatory ammunition in
this reckless manner she turned her arsenal on
higher game Augustus properly felt chagrined,
and. at the irstigation of his fellow clerks,
thought to bring suit for breach Of promise.
The girl, who is engaged advantageously, is
pulling her hair out, and pa having none to pull
out. crashes his store teeth, and is moving
heaven and New York to hush the matter up.
No doubt it will end in Augustus having little
dry goods store in some neighboriBg town, and
Maria getting her letters back and marrying in
peace. But those letters 1t is an awful shame
If the public should not get them. "Ovid's Art
of Love" is the New England primer beside any
one of them. They begin: My Dear Baby"
and end with, Your Fondest Baby In one Of
them she says Were you not thinking Of me
at half past last night! l tried to keep my
mind on the play, but l saw your face every
where. with that same expression it had when
we were In the calico department. Says:
Don't forget what you promised me at the glove
counter and finishes note with: Until I
see you at the notion counter o-morrow. my
precious Baby be good and think of your fond
est Baby" When will the idiots cease to address
each other as Babyl Every scandal suit, every
breach of promise case, developes new baby.
The only time ever really enjoyed hearing
woman called Baby was few years ago, on the
platform of the Leavenworth depot Miss Su.
san B. Anthony. as grim-featured as the unwink-
ing Sphynx amid the sands of Egypt. grim
ly seeking amid pile of baggage for the old hair
trunk that contained her vestal vestmenrs,
when an irreverent railroad employe came up
and said, whats the matter, Raby-lost your
trunkF shall never forget the extermina,ing
look of that old warrior as she turned her spec
tacles on MIN. But that's the only time over
saw or heard a woman resent the appellation,
though she might be fifty years old and weigh
200 pounds.
Some writer lately gave it as an opinion that
man owed his superiority to the multiplicity Of
male pockets A word to the wise is sufficient,
and the manly number of pockets on female
clothing is increasing day by day. But if there
are great advantages accruing to the possession
of pockets, are there drawbacks One of the
funniest incidents of the season is due to an
ulster pocket Miss Daisy is the fair, fastidious
daughter of an important citizen. The amen
tiles of the highest society have hedged her
about since she was child. An education OF
the strictest kind and atmosphere of exclu-
siveness have brought her to pitch of propriety
and decorum that is beautiful to contemplate.
The illness OF a maiden aunt an acct
dent to her maid, and some complication In
Wall street demanding the presence of the old
man, forced Miss Daisy to go alone to Union
square, where our biggest jewelry store is stu
ated. She left her carriage as near the curb as
possible and took the necessary steps to reach
the safety OF the jewelers. door with maiden
timidity. This hazardous expedition was under
taken at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Be-
euiled by the variety and beauty of new
| goods in the caslghted store she took nose
| of time till she took her leave. Behold, twas
| 6! The streets were growing dusky. and her
| stupid coachman had mistaken her direction to
| wait. The very swell maiden was alone in the
| treacherous hustle of New York life. However,
reasoning that lovely young girls who work in
| shops 60 safely to their homes at that hour.
| Miss Daisy buttoned her fashionable ulster with
| a high resol-e and both hands, and concluded
to board street-car that would leave her within
| half block of her paternal mansion. Now,
| the ulster was one built since the PRONUNCIATION
/ os the pocket fashion; it had breast pocket,
and it had two large ones on the hips The col
| lar turned MP about the throat and our young
| lady lifted her chin from the recesses long
enough to nail and climb on board. One
| side crowded. and the other very nearly so,
with home-rerurning people. Some OF them
| moved up, and, condensing herself into the
| slImmest sort of dimensions. she skunk in be-
tween two young gentlemen She handed up
her nickel. and. jammine both hands into
her side pockets, contemplated the straw
| in the vehicle. OF sudden she
felt the hand next a robustly- built
gentleman gently taken hold of and reassuring-
| " pressed. Miss Daisy knew she going TO
faint. mans hand in her pocket! She drew
back as far as her close quarters admitted, and
| pulled. A caressing retainer was the only
| answer The glove was off that unfortunate
i hard. The unknown twiddled the fingers. and
turned the rings. and gave a touching little
squeeze Every drop of blue blood in the decor
Gus veins of Miss Daisy froze at the horror OF
her position. For three blocks she struggled to
release her hand from the grasp of that Don
Juan. There lull in the rattle of the car
as some one stopped it to disembark. She turned
an appealing glance at her tormentor and. In a
weak whisper, besought him to unhand her.
The gentleman looked down at Der with
smile.
For heavens sake, sir" she gasped, 'as you
are gentleman, take your hand out OF my
pocket"
''Why, my dear young lady. take your hand
out of my pocket" returned he.
Miss Daisy, aghast with horror, took de
spairng survey Of the situation Sure enough
when she sat down and thrust her hand into a
pocket, that of her neighbor was in such close
proximity, and SO invitingly open, that she had
plunged deep into the garment of the stranger,
who had accepted the advance new lark oil
the girls. CLARA BELLE.